Prayers to the Gods of Olympus

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I call to Clio, great of knowledge,
daughter of Zeus and wise Mnemosyne,
goddess who knows much of ancient days,
of what has been, and thus of what may be.
Great muse of history, you look to the past
and understand its import and its might;
you hold in your heart the lessons of time,
the wisdom that has passed through the world.
Through your power do we hear the words
of those long gone, do we receive their counsel.
Clio, chronicler of the good and the ill,
I pray to you, goddess, I honor your gifts.

I call to Calliope, eldest of muses,
daughter of Zeus and wise Mnemosyne,
goddess who tells the hero’s tale,
recounter of great deeds. Calliope,
mother of sweet-singing Orpheus,
you know well of sorrow and of loss;
you know too of the venturesome soul,
the core of greatness in humanity,
and how to tend a noble story
that it may grow into a legend.
Calliope, easer of the flow of words,
I pray to you, goddess, I honor your gifts.

All praise to Leto, blessed among mothers,
who brought forth fair twins, Artemis and Apollo,
children mighty and shining bright. Leto,
daughter of Coeus and luminous Phoebe,
dark-veiled goddess, gentle and kind,
friend of women who lie in childbed,
of mothers who hold their babes at night,
protector of youth, of all innocent ones,
O Leto, great goddess who hears all prayers,
I call to you with a grateful heart.
I honor you, good and gracious Leto,
I offer you my praise and seek your blessing.

I call now to Metis, wisest of goddesses,
daughter of Ocean and kind-hearted Tethys,
mother of wisdom, of grey-eyed Athena
who sprung full-formed from her father’s head.
Yours is the art of reason, O Metis;
yours is the will to understand, yours the drive
toward knowledge; yours is the gift of foresight,
of fine and flawless judgement in all things.
Metis whose counsel is renowned, whose vision
is unmatched, great goddess, I call to you.
I honor you, good and gracious Metis,
I offer you my praise and seek your blessing.

I call to Chione, bright-shining daughter
of Boreas who drives the cold north wind
and mountain-roaring Oreithyia,
mother of Eumolpos who served great Demeter,
who brought to the world her deepest mysteries.
Chione, beautiful goddess, fierce-hearted,
bold of spirit, child of the frozen earth,
yours is the winter, the long, dark nights;
yours is the storm and the deep-drifting snow.
We know you in the darkening days;
we know you in the ice-bound lands. Chione,
goddess of the frost and the rime, I honor you.

Bia, O goddess whose might is well known,
whose calling it is to stand guard at the throne
of thundering Zeus, I offer you my praise.
O able daughter of battle-wise Pallas
and Styx in whose name great oaths are sworn,
sister of Nike, granter of victory,
with whom you share your holy station,
broad-winged one whose will is unmatched,
whose power compels the strongest to bend,
yours is the strength to stand against any,
yours is the irresistible force. Bia,
unyielding one, grant me your gift of fortitude.

I pray to Athena, learned one, clever one,
daughter of Metis, mother of wisdom,
and great and thundering Zeus. Athena,
yours is the realm of the intellect,
of judgment, of reason, of clear perception;
yours is the might behind great minds.
Grant to me, O goddess, the power of thought,
the will to study, the wit to understand.
Grant to me, goddess, the gift of knowledge.